Supreme Magus novel Chapter 3583

Phillard had removed his ax before leaving but Marav was too drained from the prolonged injuring and healing cycle to put up any resistance. The Lindwurm had taken away Marav’s equipment as part of his compensation, leaving the Awakened with common linen clothes.

Lith carried his prisoners by the neck, exerting so much pressure that they could hardly breathe. Even if either of them had an ace up his sleeve Lith only needed to squeeze his hand to make them faint.

"These are the Pits of Agony." Lith pointed at the lake of fire, acid, and screaming molten flesh in front of them. "It will be your home for the next week. When I come to pick you up, I expect answers and names.

"I won’t believe a word you say unless you can provide me proof of your sincerity. Without it, I’ll just let you stew in the Pits for another week. You better not send me into a trap and pray nothing happens to me, or you’ll stay here until you die of old age."

"Is that clear?" Lith took the gags off their mouths.

"There’s no need for torture." Marav swallowed hard, the desperate wails coming from the Pits sent shivers of horror down his spine. "I’m sorry for trying to kidnap your mother. I don’t know much about who else might try to do the same but I’m willing to tell you everything I know!"

"I’m just a broker!" Sigmur whined and sobbed. "I wouldn’t even dare to look in your direction, Magus Verhen. Please, let me go. I’ll tell you about my clients and their plans. I’ll do anything you say. Just don’t hurt me."

"I believe you." Lith nodded and threw them into the Pits of Agony.

***

Distar’s Marquisate, Faluel’s lair, a few weeks later.

Nalrond the Agni had passed the Awakened Council’s background check with flying colors and had been admitted to its ranks.

As tradition required, the Agni’s mentor had thrown him a banquet to celebrate the event and introduce her disciple to the Awakened community. Faluel’s other apprentices had needed no such event because they had participated to several Council meetings and missions.

Lith, Friya, and Protector had let themselves be known by fame and deeds.

Nalrond, instead, had always kept a low profile to hide his nature and legacy as a Rezar. Until recently, he had been unable to Awaken so bringing him along would have been pointless if not risky.

Now that he had evolved into an Agni, no one would suspect he was a member of the legendary Rezar bloodline. His talents and abilities could be easily explained with Faluel’s teaching since she had become a renown Light Master.

"Gods if I hate parties." Nalrond grumbled.

"You’ve lived under a rock until now and need networking as an Awakened." Friya replied while holding his arm. "This is the best way to mingle and exchange communication runes without dozens of awkward introductions."

"I guess you are right." He sighed. "The silver lining is that I don’t have to talk with anyone for long and or wear a gala dress."

Awakened were laxer than nobles about etiquette.

They could enchant and wear whatever they wanted. Their peers wouldn’t judge them based on the quality of the fabric of their clothes so much as on the power of their enchantments.